Erik
You are not here As my eyes scan your face each day wishing this photo wasn’t a momento mori. You are not here in the studio upstairs, In the unfinished portrait I began, what seems like years ago, in these 2020 times. Paint and brushes waiting. But you are not here. I wanted to paint so I could grieve I wanted to brush life into your face. To say goodbye. To trace your eyes, in…